Dark Orbs 소설 & 이야기

My mind keeps replaying the look in his eyes before he left. I glance toward the clock beside the bed. 1:12 AM. He said he would be back in a few hours. That gives me enough time to prepare. I move toward my bag resting near the couch and pull the tiny bottle from inside. The clear liquid swirls slightly beneath the dim lights. The sleeping drops. Strong enough to knock someone out according to the description on the bottle. I stare at it for several seconds. This feels insane but if I can get into his phone, maybe I’ll finally find what I have been curious about.

“What’s wrong with my eyes?” Ferna leaned over, squinting at me. “They’re dull, red and spooky. Like you have seen the secrets in the vaults of Orza.” Elsie nodded, stretching the bottle at me. “This will brighten them. It’s made with luminescent dew from the Whispering Orchards.” “I thought that stuff was illegal,” I muttered. Ferna waved her hand dismissively. “Only if you use more than three drops. If you use four, you start hallucinating your worst fears and your nose bleeds stars.”

It was Damon—but it wasn't him anymore. His jaw was unhinged, hanging at an unnatural, broken angle that allowed a thick, tar-like black fluid to seep down his chin and stain his bare chest. His veins weren't green or blue; they were thick, pulsing ropes of obsidian that crawled up his neck and spilled into his eyes, turning his sclera completely pitch-black. A pale, sickening violet flame flickered behind his pupils, dancing with a cold, mocking intelligence that did not belong to a pack wolf.

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

there's no logical scientific reason that could justify what he has done. "Look at my eyes," he commanded. I looked there. I was even more surprised. His eyes that were pitch black a while ago, now resembles the color of turquoise. Blue green, but his were different. They were glowing. Literally. If this is not true, how could illusion be this beautiful?

Marcus obeyed, his heart racing as he entered the circle of light. As he stood within the orb's glow, Marcus felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if the boundaries between his reality and the unseen were thinning, merging in a dance of whispers and shadows. The seer's eyes held his, their depths swirling with ancient wisdom. "The oracle is... obscured," she murmured, her words a solemn revelation. "There is a darkness, a presence that eludes even my sight. Something malevolent has entered your pack." Marcus's brow furrowed in frustration. "Can you not see who or what it is?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

Unbeknownst to them, the entity, now sensing their intentions, began to stir, sending waves of darkness to obstruct their path. Navigating through a labyrinth of gears and clocks, they finally entered a vast chamber. At its center stood a pedestal, upon which rested a crystal orb pulsating with the same eerie light as the bleeding sands. Lysandra, approaching the orb cautiously, whispered, "This... this feels like the heart of the tower. And it's in pain." The orb, reacting to her presence, projected a series of visions: realms in chaos, stars dying prematurely, and, most hauntingly, shadows consuming the guardians themselves.

"Remember the book about the orbs? The one we are trying to achieve is the purple orb also known as Murasaki. It says that it only appears when the night sky is awake." "I feel chills already," Selena mumbled, rubbing both of her arms. Slowly, Kitto closed his hand. No wonder why the Angel had appeared before him. He is warned that this orb is his to defeat. Apologizing to Arwha will have to wait until they get the orb. Menna was tip toeing, trying to reach a flower of the purple robe black locust tree when she saw how the sky was clear blue today. No big cotton clouds that she enjoys. She stopped reaching and smiled cutely.

The others watched closely. In response to his spell, the black surface of the table began to change. Hundreds of dim, tiny white ovals began to appear, seemingly floating within the depths of the glass. As the Necromancer continued his summoning, the shapes grew brighter and clearer. They were not merely ovals of light—they were pairs of eyes, trapped within the table!

This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.